Here we stand
in the sun of winter;
Honed and ready for the fight that's ahead.
Watch us now, set down our deeds;
we fly as high as honour,
we light the way through darkness,
ever – as you'll see – we're ever proud and free.
For ours is the fury
we fight with pride and purpose;
fire and blood runs strong through our veins
as we stand tall, above the rest.
We remember a time,
when people were proud to be faithful;
the old, the true, the brave,
ever vigilant – serve the realm.
We will be first in battle
for our blades are sharp,
in darkness burning bright, throughout the endless night.
It is true, we do not sow,
to fight us would be none so wise,
yet together we are growing strong;
remain unbowed, unbent, unbroken.
Then the world shall hear us roar
and we shall be righteous in wrath,
for family, duty, honour,
is what matters when winter is coming.
